Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery.

dilated, and she looked away sheepishly, “You’re really funny,

stood nearly six-foot-three, an imposing figure with a black rosary bracelet giving him an otherworldly air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly known as The Priest. “Coffin preferences? What kind of wood do

hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his

It looks like you want to preserve my whole body.

I

ruthlessness surged in his eyes.

breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised the

want to remain

are

and soft air,

his grip on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced

black rosary bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

Brielle’s fiancé,

been caught in bed with her best friend,

What a delightful game!

Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward